Arcum42 is a guy in his 30's who is a voracious reader, and has read a vast variety of science fiction and fantasy. He does technical support for a living and reads, tinkers with high-tech gadgets, programs, plays rpgs and computer games, and even writes fanfiction occasionally for fun.

Diamond Tiara has always enjoyed picking on the Cutie Mark Crusaders. But one day, she finds she's gone too far, and everything for her comes tumbling down. But help may come from the most unexpected of places...

The Noble Sir Rocinante has been turned into a frog, and the Lady Belle and her faithful squire have gone on a quest to Frogbury Pond to save him! Or possibly Sweetie Belle is just really bored and lonely, and looking for something to do...

Apple Bloom knew something strange was going on when Winona started talking to her. Now she was supposed to be a 'magical filly' and fight a big army. But will she be able to figure out what she was doing in time?

On a semi-related note, how are things? Thinging as usual, I should hope? If anyone needs eldritch chaos magic cursing, just say the word

Or, you know, if you just want to bounce ideas, that's fine, too.

Still thinging as usual, though one thing I haven't been doing much of is writing, unfortunately. My most recent chapter of Cubic Zirconia was published a year after the previous one, and it was mostly finished several months before I published it. Just winging it is worse off on that front, and Magical Filly Apple Bloom is the worst off of the lot.

It's mostly not even plotting but not sitting down to write, too. I have too many distractions, and I'm at a point where I probably need to do some rereading (though I recall I've got something like half of the next chapter of Just Winging It written). Cubic Zirconia is in one of these spots where it'd be easier to write the next chapter than the current one, since Diamond's finally actually in school again, and the school threads need wrapping up.

I have a feeling I need to start closing distractions on my main computer when not in use, or getting my spare one in shape and in a spot where I'll use it.

Ironically, one thing that changed should give me more time. I've been working from home for probably the last year or so (though next week, I'm going to have to go into the building for a week), Trouble is I was doing some of my writing in the transit time I no longer have. Not to mention I was consistently getting overtime for a while.

I suspect I mostly need to kick myself into gear a bit, stop watching so many Let's Play's on youtube and things like that, and probably reread through my stories...

Otherwise, not really as active as I used to be on the site, but that happens over time...

Don't Panic

“A towel, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”